Pack Boys

Summary:
Everything started so innocently, a simple bonfire upon the beach, but then things got complicated. Lives were changed and hearts were shocked... (A La Push gang Fan fiction) Chapter 25 is out!!!

Notes:
We had a little too much fun with the packs valentine's day one shot, so we decided to make it into a whole story!

17. Pizza, Yelling, & Nicknames

"I can't believe you two are in Washington again! What brings you back here?" Kati asked.

"I think that is a story for after we order." Paul said, interrupting her. As if he had over heard Paul, the server appeared right next to Embry to take our orders.

"What can I get for everyone?" The old man asked. His Italian accent caught my attention, almost as true as his whitening hair on top of his head.

"Um… a plain pizza and a coke." Embry said.

"How many slices do you want the pie cut into for everyone?" The server said glancing around at everyone.

"Oh…um…" Embry said, looked down a bit embarrassed.. "That pie is just for me."

To our immense surprise the server just laughed. "It is good to see a boy with a growing appetite." I grinned over at Embry and took his hand from under the table. He smiled back; no one noticed our moment.

"I'll get the same as him; just make mine a pepperoni pie." Paul said.

"I don't know about you guys, but I definitely can't eat a pie by myself. How about we split one between us girls?" Abby laughed.

"Definitely, I think we should get lots of toppings on top though." I said, smiling as I remembered how difficult it was for us to agree on a single topping.

"I want everything except mushrooms!" Kati shuddered lightly. Us three girls laughed, remembering how Abby and I had tricked Kati into eating a wild mushroom at camp when we were only eight years old. She had been throwing up for a full 3 hours, and while I held her hair and told her how sorry I was for tricking her, Abby couldn’t stop laughing! But she still helped us clean up and said sorry later.

The Italian man wrote down our order and gave us 20 minutes until they would be done. Paul and Embry looked confused about the mushroom thing, so we told them all about it. Then we spent the rest of the time reminiscing about our old camp days.

“How in the world did you two win the three-legged race competition?” Paul asked shocked, looking at both Kati and me.

“Yeah, you’re clumsy and she’s so much taller than you!” Embry exclaimed. I kicked him under the table, and winced at how solid his leg was. I have got to remember this whole werewolf thing!

After the pizzas came, we watched in amazement as Paul and Embry guzzled down their pizzas and us girls took our time eating our two or three slices each.

"So, what are you two doing in Washington?" Kati asked, taking a sip of her sprite.

Abby gave me a questioning glance before she told the truth. "I'm pregnant."

Kati chocked on her soda and began to cough and sputter. "What did you say?"

"You're Pregnant? Oh My God." Kati quickly crossed herself for using Gods name in vain. I rolled my eyes lightly. Kati was such a devout Catholic. It was cool and all, but seriously, she could be so unmoving sometimes.

"Who's the father? And why are you in Washington? Abby, please tell me it's not Steve?" Kati gasped. I cringed lightly. How dare Kati bring him up?

"No, it's me." Paul’s voice sounded cold against Kati’s stream of indecent questions. We all looked towards him, and for once I could understand his anger.

"Oh. You are going to get married then?" Kati asked resolutely as she looked between Abby and Paul. I felt like punching Kati for saying something so straightforward and blunt.

"What?" Abby asked, her eyes widening.

"Well, obviously, in your situation, it would be the good thing to do, since you are going to be having a child together,” Kati rolled her eyes as if it we were at a common misconception here.

"Kati, we haven't thought that far ahead,” Abby told her.

"Well, you should. This is a child we are talking about, not a puppy. Abby, when are you going to grow up and realize you have to take on responsibility for your actions?" Kati said, her nose almost looking down upon Abby. If one tear fell from Abby’s eye, I swear I was going to have to hit something. "I mean, how could you let yourself get knocked up at the beach, by some guy you knew, for what, an hour! You're unbelievable sometimes, I mean really, Abby, are you that much of a sinner and a whore?"

The table shook lightly and I looked up with wide eyes at a trembling Paul. His face was a mask of bitter anger and I knew he would have to calm down soon before he shifted into his more menacing form and possibly kill someone.

"Thanks for the support, Kati, I knew I could count on you." Abby whipped out, her voice holding back tears. I let go of her hand and watched quietly as she grabbed Paul’s arm with her good arm and took him out of the Pizzeria. The second the door closed, I felt my lips pull back into a slightly demonic sneer. Kati was about to realize what the word friendship really meant.

I felt my hands shaking slightly with anger as I turned slowly to her.

“Kaitlin Alatorre Smith.” I snarled at her. “What was the meaning of that?”

She stood up, her face slightly reddening as she took in the people staring at us because of the scene we were creating. I honestly didn’t care at that point. I felt Embry move closer to me, standing behind me in an almost guard-like fashion.

“Mashaal, come on, you know what I meant. She has to grow up, I mean seriously! Father says the only way a Christian family can develop correctly is if the child is conceived after marriage. She already screwed up that part.” Kati remarked, pushing her pony tail back behind her shoulder. Her father was a priest in the Forks Roman Catholic Church, and she had been raised with high moralities of abstinence.

“Do I look like I care, Kati?!” I yelled at her. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the old Italian man come out of the kitchen and stare at us also. “That was your best friend that you just cursed! She is not a sinner, or a whore, and if you were a serious friend you would never hurt her like that!”

“Mashaal, she broke her abstinence and she won’t even marry the man who produced her child!” Kati’s eyes were wide and doe-like.

“You’re so goddamn influenced!” I watched as she gasped and crossed herself again. “Seriously, isn’t the first thing that’s important in your Bible? To look after thy neighbor or something?! Abby is more than a neighbor, she is like our sister, and she’s at a very delicate stage right now. She’s pregnant, and she suffered tons of misfortunes since she found out! Instead of making her feel better and asking her if you could help, you tell her that she’s…I can’t believe you! Not all Christians would act this way!”

I was now standing up and shouting at her, and a little crowd had formed around us. Embry’s hand rested lightly on my arm, and I took it as moral support.

“Mashaal, that’s not what I meant, she’s just…irresponsible,” Kati tried to subdue her feelings.

“If you could only know how responsible she really is. She left her whole life behind to come here and give a father to her baby, and she’s going to be an amazing mother. What did we say when we first met? Best friends are always there for you, whether you’re pregnant, or whether you’re vomiting a poisonous mushroom,” I snarled at her.

She sat back down and dropped her head in her hands. I saw a tear fall into her lap and a tear fell down my own cheek. I hated myself for hurting her, but she did deserved it for this one…

“Kati, I’m not going to take back what I just said, but I want you to know this can be easily fixed. You know what you have to do,” I said quietly. I took Embry’s warm hand and let his fingers intertwine with my own. Embry laid some money on the table and as we walked out of the pizzeria, the old Italian man gave me a small thumbs up.

We were silent as we walked down the street, then I sat down on the hood of his car. He sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

“Mashaal,” Embry whispered, holding my chin up. “You’re so brave.”

He leaned down and kissed my face where the tears had fallen and I smiled weakly.

“Not really…I’m just really emotional.”

“Thank the higher heavens you’re emotional. I think that’s what I love best about you,” he grinned down at me. I laughed slightly and sighed.

“I hope Abby is ok.”

“I’m sure she’s fine. She’s tough, and Paul will help her,” Embry said. I snuggled into his arms and looked up at the sky. The clouds were light, almost as if the sun were trying to peak out.

“Let’s go somewhere,” I said spontaneously.

“Anywhere you want,” he replied smoothly. I looked around the street we were on, my eyes falling upon “The Fern Gallery” of Forks. I gasped and pointed at it.

“Ooh, let’s go there!” I exclaimed.

“Ugh,” Embry groaned. “That’s just a flower and gift shop, Mashaal.”

“Cool, let’s go check it out!” I jumped off the hood, pulling on his arm. He got up slowly, grumbling.

“Are you sure you’re just emotional? Because you seem a bit bi-polar too,” he remarked. I ignored him and looked both ways before crossing the street. We entered the wood-paneled store and a rush of fresh flower scents flooded into my nose.

“Mmm, it smells good in here,” I whispered to Embry. He just sighed and nodded, reluctant but willing enough.

We perused the store when a tired looking teen came up to us.

“Do you guys need any help?” She asked quietly and kindly. She was tall, had brown eyes and light brown hair and her nametag said Angela on it.

“No thanks,” I smiled at her. She smiled back slightly, but I saw a glint sadness in her eyes. I shook it off and resumed my perusing, with Embry’s annoyed sighs next to me.

“Mashaal…I’m bored,” he whined.

“Ok, let’s go then,” I sighed, not seeing anything too interesting. Embry paused for a moment, then picked up a bouquet of very beautiful flowers.

“Who are those for?” I asked coyly, following him to the cash register in front.

“For a hooker I met last week,” he said coolly.

“WHAT?” I gasped letting go of his hand. He laughed and put his arm around me.

“I’m just kidding hon, they’re for you,” he grinned.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” I smiled. Then I whacked at his arm. “You shouldn’t joke around like that!” But I was laughing while I said it.

“Come on, you know it was funny. I had to pay you back for making me come to this store in the first place. It’s so…girly.”

“Maybe it’s for you own good, muffin cake,” I giggled at the stupid nickname.

“Oh yeah, sugar pie?” He chuckled back.

“Is this all, sir?” The Angela girl from earlier asked, surprising us. She had already rung up the flowers and was now looking towards us.

“Yes,” Embry said, pulling out money from his pocket. After he paid, we continued our nickname game until we got back to the car. Man, we came up with some corny ones!

“Cupcake.”

“Honey Bunny.”

“Cuddlecakes.”

“Pookie.”

“Darlin’ boy,” I giggled in my fake Texan accent as we drove down the highway.

“Baby gal,” he laughed.

“Aw, you’re such a cutie pie.” My stomach hurt from all the laughing, but we kept going. It was an endless amount of corny nicknames.

When we got home, I was holding him for support from laughing at the funny faces he was making. After I got a little breathing control, I put the flowers in a vase and filled it up with water. Setting the pretty flowers onto the counter, I felt Embry’s arms encircle me, trapping me between the sink and his body.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, suddenly serious. He kissed me and my eyes fluttered to a close, and I smiled against his lips.

“Come on, loverboy, let’s go to bed,” my voice sounded breathy, even to me. I opened my eyes and saw that he was looking at me with a confused expression. To make my point more clear, I tugged at his belt, pulling him impossibly closer to me. A helpless grin came to my face, and I winked at him.

With that, he picked me up, carrying me bridal style to his bedroom, where he kicked the door closed behind him and laid me down on the bed. He put both of his hands on either side of me, and looked down into my eyes. I swear whenever he looked at me like that, it felt like he was really gazing into my soul or something. I leaned up slowly, kissing him. After a very passionate kiss, he broke away softly.